Many stories have happened in Purwagram, and our story may be just the most inconspicuous one among them. It is built with sea water, gravel, soft leaves and accidental confidence. It lacks shining jewels, suitable scenes and lucky opportunities, and is not strong enough - it is just an ordinary and true story, a memory, or so to speak. A salty memory, the past between you and me, love and departure. I chewed them alone at night for a long time, and now I want to write them, I need to write them, I have to write them, because this story does not belong to me alone, and it will not belong to me alone. This is a story about outsiders and the shaman of a closed tribe, the story of Purwagram.
Concept: Pride and Prejudice (?)